It’s Friday the 13th. Almost makes me want to list thirteen good things instead of the usual five.
A four year old’s imagination. What happens to us? No. Really. We need to step back into a four year old’s frame of mind now and then.
Book clubs and bookshelves and more books on the list.
Birdsongs: the doves are cooing, the geese are honking. Ducks paddle out in a wavy, watery line.
Another filled journal and a new one started.
Netflix. And popcorn with my daughter.
Signs. Listen and watch and honor them, as they surely keep coming.
And yes, that is thirteen…